The passing of a good friend

The time has come to farewell a dear friend; my hat. It has served me well, however like all good things, it’s worn out. Originally purchased in Sydney airport, on my way to South America 7 years ago, it has been on three different backpacking trips overseas and many ski trips and tramps. It has sheltered my significant receding hairline, and is often the receptacle for all the contents of my pockets at night. It has been lost numerous times, most notably on a Bolivian bus, but more recently at my aunts house for a number of months. It was the hat that never died. It always came back. Certain people wish it never came back.
In recent weeks, it has frayed, been bleached by constant light and been covered in sunblock. It’s odour now is reminiscent of a wet cat, and I would hate to think what grows in it.

It was committed to the rubbish bin on the 20 Jun 2013, were it may be reacquainted by some homeless gentlemen.
It has served me well; my hat.